Arrived at last at the monastery <br />she listened as he asked <br /> <br />why are your aspirations so very puny? <br />why do you not aspire <br />to be liberated for the sake <br />of all mankind? <br /> <br />and, she said, she could <br />have cut the silence with a sword; <br /> <br />the two-edged sword, of unreason <br />and of reason; the same light <br />flashing from the hero’s sword <br />or burning steady, gentle, from the candle <br />there in the temple of the heart.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-she-told-me/
